Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.